It wasn't how he saw their- and, again, he felt a teenager again just thinking it- necking session slowing down, but he wasn't put off or upset. It was good, figuring out the lines and issues each had. That was the whole point of starting out slow, so it didn't accidently explode in daggers and griffons later on.

Davrin couldn't help glancing up through the wings as they curled, though. He'd seen them, of course. In battle and when Spite and Assan had their...fun? He guessed demons could have fun. But he'd never been this close, able to look through them, and it brought a faint sense of wonder to see them from this side.

But Lucanis was more important than the wonder, and he slid his hand to the back of his neck, tugging the Crow closer, to rest foreheads against each other. When he spoke it was still curious, not pushing. Lucanis could say no, if he wanted. He wouldn't say a word to press it.

"You want to say it? What's important about those marks?"